Kind ghosts, smiling at me
wherever I go…
among leaves of memory
‘Keep it safe, the old tree’
they whisper low,
kind ghosts smiling at me
Close friends and family,
all springtime on show
among leaves of memory
On a nature trail to eternity
where love’s seeds grow,
kind ghosts smiling at me
If the self its own enemy,
let its colours show
among leaves of memory
Keeping such company,
the poet I would be;
kind ghosts smiling at me
among leaves of memory